Category Archives: The Liminal Times

Unyielding

Unyielding

Tell me—
what is love if not the teeth bared,
the breath held, the earth rushing up
to meet your refusal?


What is devotion if not the leap—
not graceful, not careful,
but certain?


There is no calculation in love,
only the knowing:
this is mine to hold,
this is mine to keep safe.


And so,
with the sky against me,
with the wind cutting through,
I do.

Inhale

Inhale

The streetlights hum their sodium glow,
casting long-limbed ghosts that never touch ground.
Neon stutters a half-formed sentence,
somewhere between a promise and a dare.

Bougainvillea tangles the fences,
unsure if it’s creeping or in cuffs.
A coyote watches from the shoulder of the 101,
waiting for night to blink first.

A skateboard whispers down an alley,
tracing the soft belly of a city,
where time pools and waits
for something better to happen.

But nothing better happens.
Only this.
And this is enough.